Padmaja Sudhakaran Of Barrhaven

Nicolas Dumont was used to being fetishized, it's the price he paid for being a six-foot-four, 240-pound black man of Haitian descent in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Canada fancies itself a diverse nation, but it still has a long way to go. Black Canadians know this intimately. It affects every facet of their daily lives and there is no escape from this. What Nicolas is learning is that it's not just white Canadians who fetishize black folks. Nope, other races do the same thing.

It seems that everyone in Canada has weird ideas about black men. Some brown people think of black men as a dangerous breed. Latinos, Arabs, Asians, so many ethnic groups have weird ideas about black men. Others think black men are dumb, good only for sports and sex. Nicolas Dumont, the Haitian-born son of engineer Jean-Paul Dumont, finds such ideas revolting. He came to Canada to get a college degree and build a life for himself. How many idiots must Nicolas go through before achieving his goal?

Nicolas Dumont finds Canadians race fetish to be downright annoying. Folks were always walking up to him, asking about his origin, and whether he played football or basketball. Nicolas grew up playing soccer on the arid plains of Northern Haiti, but this didn't seem to interest most Canadians. They had their own ideas about him. Nicolas learned to ignore fools and go with his own flow, which led him to the lovely, mysterious Padmaja Sudhakaran...

"Fetish for my race, huh?" Nicolas Dumont said, stroking his goateed chin as he considered Padmaja Sudhakaran's words. The sultry, forty-something Indian gal sat on the bed, a coy smile on her lovely face. In Nicolas experience, Indian women are a conservative and uptight lot, especially when it comes to dealing with black men. Meeting an Indian woman who has the hots for men of African descent is a rare and wonderful thing, even though Nicolas doesn't like being fetishized...

Nicolas Dumont has had a lot of fun since he moved to Ottawa and enrolled at Algonquin College. He hooked up with a plump red-haired white chick named Ellen Mildred, a housewife residing in Nepean, Ontario. Ellen Mildred, whose trucker husband Louis is often away on the road, definitely needed some attention and Nicolas helped her out. The Haitian stud would put Ellen Mildred on all fours, spank her chunky white ass and slam his hard dark dick into her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Ellen Mildred was a real screamer. Nicolas likes that in a woman...

"You've only hired me so you could get some chocolate dick," Nicolas retorted, patting his groin while looking into Padmaja Sudhakaran's eyes. At five-foot-ten, she was on the tall side for a South Asian woman. Nicolas felt a stir down in his groin. He'd been with black women and white women, but never a lady from Southern Asia. I could be making history right there, Nicolas thought smugly while checking Padmaja out...

"This shouldn't surprise you, handsome," Padmaja Sudhakaran replied, and she licked her lips, a gesture which triggered a latent memory in Nicolas. He remembered walking into Costco in the west end of Ottawa, just another brother looking for work. Nicolas had been let go by Capital Security and badly needed another job. If the security companies didn't want him, the desperate Haitian brother would try retail. Bills got to be paid and all that Jazz. Nicolas came to Costco on business, and wondered why the Indian lady manager looked at him like a cat looks at a mouse...

"I see," Nicolas said, remembering the way Padmaja Sudhakaran looked at him the day he walked into Costco, resume in hand and all dressed up. The Canadian government had given Nicolas some cash during Covid, but he'd run out of funds and needed a new job. Costco seemed as good a place as any to get some hours. That's how Nicolas met Padmaja Sudhakaran, the Indian lady with the curvy body and intense brown eyes. A dame a man simply cannot forget.

Nicolas Dumont was intrigued by Padmaja Sudhakaran from the get go. A quick search online showed that Padmaja had been born in the Kerala region of India, and moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, in 2000 at the age of nineteen. Padmaja had a degree in Marketing from Saint Paul University, and has been working at Costco for over a decade. He found her interesting, but what was her interest in him?

From the get go, Nicolas Dumont found Padmaja Sudhakaran's behavior puzzling. She was the manager, and not the human resources person, but she insisted on interviewing him herself. At first, Nicolas did not know what to make of Padmaja, the Indian beauty who was downright flirtatious with him. Nicolas had seen gorgeous Indian girls at Algonquin College, but they either dealt only with Indian dudes, white dudes or other women. What's the deal with Padmaja Sudhakaran?

"Come here, handsome," Padmaja said softly, and she beckoned for Nicolas to come sit with her. Nicolas did just that, and gently laid his hand on top of Padmaja's. Nicolas drew closer to Padmaja, and tried for a kiss, but she turned her head away at the last moment. Giggling, Padmaja batted Nicolas hands away and he stared at her. What was this broad's game? If Padmaja didn't want to get some, Nicolas would happily leave...

"You're a freaky one," Nicolas said, and Padmaja grinned and laid her hand on his lap, dangerously close to his crotch. Padmaja closed her eyes as she felt up Nicolas crotch. It was Nicolas turn to smile as Padmaja unzipped his jeans, freeing his long and thick, uncircumcised black dick. He watched as Padmaja got on her knees and, with her eyes still closed, stroked his dick before taking him into her mouth.

"Hmm, you taste delicious," Padmaja paused to say, and she continued to suck on Nicolas dick. Gently, Padmaja massaged Nicolas balls, and he groaned, loving what the freaky Indian MILF was doing to him. Padmaja surprised Nicolas by inserting her finger up his ass while fellating him. A lot of black men are terrified of being seen as unmanly by doing certain things with a female, but Nicolas isn't like that. The Haitian brother is secure in his masculinity...and open to explore.

"Open your eyes, pretty lady," Nicolas said, a bit annoyed by having Padmaja close her eyes while sucking his dick. The Indian MILF's lovely brown eyes snapped open, and she looked at him while going down on him. Nicolas exhaled sharply and caressed the back of Padmaja's neck as she fellated him. Padmaja winked at Nicolas and continued sucking his dick until he came, and when he did, the Indian MILF happily drank his seed. What a dame, for real...

Nicolas and Padmaja continued with their fun, and he lay flat on the bed as the curvy, brown-skinned, raven-haired South Asian MILF sat on his face, smothering his visage with her thick brown ass. Nicolas grasped Padmaja's ass cheeks and ate her pussy, loving the way she smelled and tasted. Nicolas ate Padmaja's pussy real good, then put on a condom. Padmaja got on all fours, grinning as Nicolas came up behind her. With a swift thrust, Nicolas buried his dick inside Padmaja and began fucking her with deep, passionate strokes...

"Hmm, I hired you because you're a good worker, in and out of the bedroom," Padmaja told Nicolas, as he got out of her bed. Nicolas smiled, briefly feeling objectified by this foreign female authority figure to whom he was employed...for the moment. Women in power use men, just like men in power use women. Gender equality has been achieved, Nicolas thought, and he wished Padmaja a good night, then headed home. He would need another job soon, but for now, he'd do whatever it took to keep this one.